伦敦的秋日颇为清凉,天空寂寥的蓝里总有抹不去的那一缕灰。满街白套裙黑丝袜的碧眼女孩。我如同那缕灰,张皇地缩在红棉袄褐秋裤里。阳光照在黑发与黑眼上,耀眼得不容直视。眼里噙着格格不入的泪花,我信步躲进一片门檐低矮的小店里。它没有任何荧亮斑斓之饰,仅是素净与安宁。泪眼的挣扎中,每一次呼吸都会带来意想不到的痛。孑然一身对抗全世界,难为英雄则是败寇。曦光中的大声读背 London’s autumn is quite cool, the solitude of the blue sky there is always a wipe that gray. White skirts black silk stockings girl. I like that strand of ash, Zhang Huang to shrink in red cotton jacket brown autumn pants. The sun shines on the black hair and dark eyes, dazzling look. Puzzled in the eyes of miscellaneous tears, I walked hide in a low eaves shop. It does not have any colorful glittering decoration, just plain and peaceful. Tears in the struggle, each breath will bring unexpected pain. Solitude all over the world, difficult for the hero is defeated. Xi light read back aloud